The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-10
CHAPTER VII.

ton Of some importance, six or ssve
miles from Happy Hill, and in the cllic
at Delay, Lefty Brayne's influence pr
cured for Lotto chance 10 study tel,
granby. Lotto seized her chance like
woman, md wont sturdily to work.
The shief operator was q rod, rough fe
low who rwore at the young men in tn
office, bu! as he never swors at her, Lot
made tho best OF him, and treated hit
civilly. y.al' il,- -
She went, as say, royalty to work. l
was hard work, 1t WAS uncongenial worh
but It waa work, and honest work, an,
work that promised to pay. .6NNH' ~
Lotto kiased her mother brayely, wrot
TO Fern a little delantly Wondering, wha
would E2bert ssy2) wrote to Mary Mac
hopefully, wrote to Slam triumphautiy
and worked on doggedly. a.s- -
| All through the sweet, summer weather
she devoted herself severely to tho Morse
alphabet, and tho big chief operator. Al
soon as nhe had won bis attention by he,
studiousness and quickness, and his re-
spect by her dignity and refinement, he
position bscame a tritie easier.
you'll d." he said one day grutily
III trust you to gend your next message
by yourself, II 1t amt funerals or stocks
or anything liable to damages" slH
Anything might be made liable L
damages, I should think" said Lotto
promptly, sand there shall DO no risks sur
on my messages" ,,.a ta
"spunky answer" said the Chief
| you'll send better message for it. I'll
bet On you. 60 ahead and keep up your
pluck, and attend to your business, and
you won't starve in the telegraph business
! am opposed to girls as rule. dom,
like 'cm. told Miss Blayne 30 when che
came here 10 bespeak this place for you
l don't like 'em: Flirting with the tele.
phone boys, aud crying when you speak
up to 'em, and competing with men that
need their places, jumping at such horrid
low pay-uo, don't.
"Bus III say this much for you. You've
gone about your business, and held your
tongue, and for a wofan, you're master.
ing the profession quicker than usual.
Guess we'll find you post this Autumn,
il you keep on VI you've begun"
Lotto, who went homo by the last train
10 Happy Hill every night, carried this en-
corrsgement radianty to her mother.
She was surprised that Mru. Rollinstall 70.
ceived il without deep enthusiasm.
"Are you really going to be a telegraph
operator, my dear :" wonder what your
poor father would sayv"
Loto's lips quivered. II have hoped he
would say | was bis brave GIRL" she
thought, but it was a thought that could
not be thought sloud-one Of the hundreds
OF little things that somebody else must
say Tor ls, Of elss they must 90 unsa:d.
Lotto Jolt the psug that comes with all
earnest !, Eving--the copeaiousuees that
ones very nearest cannot follow cue's life,
or know, always, how to handle ones
hu1ts. Her own mother did hurt her q
little that day. But, poor mother! She
had never had In work for a liying-and
it was hard for her to see har daughter
doing something that ladies never 10.
Poor motherl 1t was the very excess Of
her love over her experience that made
her give the hurt. 'a ID
. Lotto suddenly felt older than her DELI
cote, sheltered. shrinking mother. She
only eaid: a.
.'We must live, mamma"
"Oh, my dear, I know, I know!" cried
Mrs. Rollinstsll, breaking into tears.
"l'm afraid am not very well-things 20
30 hard. You are brave girl. Your father
always raid you were. kiss me, Lotto, and
be anything you likei" 80
So Lotto had her grain OF comfort, alter
all-the little grain that patience and quick
nees 10 think bow it ia with others when
:hey disappoint us ID almost sure TO bring.
She went back to the Morse alphabet
singing, next day, and 80 worked on.
Through the lous vacation sne bent to her
taek with the Bimple, straightforward
courage and patience that all but command
success. Lotto vas not bit Of Q mannish
girl. but she worked like man in this;
that she did her work thoroughly, made
no fuss about it, and asked no favors be-
cause abe was awoman.
1t must Ls GWned, perhaps, that her
natural quickneRs snA her GQlloge educa-
ton helped the telegraph ope!s,or. The
prompt thought, and the training tbs. had
taught her how to discipline and use be.
thoughts, stood the gill in good stead in
this uniashionaole, "unedpcute4' bysi-
neea. a5fy 5l. +
Sooner than any oae else he had trained
in his Office, the big Chief at Delay said !,
this college girl without her diploma was
ready to leave him. i 5isa- a1lgygi ..l5s IS
One early September day, Lotto, sitting
at the wires, took of this massage hssseli.
1t was an operators messege, dated from
the General otlice at State street, Boston,
and ran thus: 51 ,E.5s' 2 "
ITO: Chief ut Delsy. Vacancy in
South End Office for yorr applicant. Send
him Immediately. So:
' 's;f i.5s3 -, Chief, Boston,"
"put on your bonnet and go by the
morning express" said the Chief at De-.
lay when Lotto carried him the message.
docs that mean me p i3G'5
THAT means you. " ,4'.g2
"But am not q him! !" cried Lotto.
z-"Pu. on your bonnet and co." was the
Qrutr anawer. he knew that. He knew
that, He always torgets everything tell
him. III risk you. Get your bonnet
and co.. -, Nh
She vent. It was hard to leave her
u0tU6E - poor " luOLueT! A!pue wild
S'rceny. But life, was TEACHING them all
strange lessone, and though Mrs. Rollin-
staff sobbed her soul out, sue babe her
daughter Gcd,speed, and Lotto went.
She went a good deal at random.
Where should she stay9 How should
she live? There was no time to answer
these questions. business could not wait
for girls to be taken care Of. 2iE
II see no way" the worried mother
had said, shut ior you to ask Mrs. Hol:
brooke to tell you where to find respect
able boarding house. 49, III
"1 ehall go to hotel first" said Lotto,
stoutly. " won't seem to throw myself on
them" itll u n 4 Z. &,
,'"You are too young to 60 to hotel
Alone" sighed Mrs. Rollinstsll. 1T can
not be done. What shall We DOR ~
" am not too youngto take care Of N.Y.
SELF" urged Lotto. Her strong, young eyes
looked ont perplexed. What could she
do, indeed 3.3 7.s " r 3. N. .5t.,
mo, but you are too young to be sure
how you will DO treated. 1t won't do. b 1t